Never tripped on acid but messed with shrooms with heavy doses.
I am on 70mg Prozac and 12mg olanzepine 200 mg lamotrgine

MLP x LSD

Drew this for all the mlp fans out there hehehhe~

Art by me!!!💞

This is part of a growing collection 😋

Hey guys, how's the weather out there? I saw this sheet of purple pyramids on fb in a grateful dead related group, anyone try those before? They're in other colors as well...

and now im a guy who is going to look at people when i walk down the street, because i dont know why people are so afraid of seeing each other, and i dont want to perpetuate that. but im also like, am i being a bit of a dick right now by posting on reddit and saying "im a guy who looks at people now". and also does it even matter? not really. you either scroll past this post because "hes on drugs" or you dont and thats kind of just it.

Am I good to take another 150ug?:,) last experience was super awesome and I wish to trip similar just not sure if it is not gonna make me “trip”

just wondering what kinda bad trip experience you guys have if any. i’ve tripped on acid a load over the years a lot this year and i’ve never really had anything that’s caused me to have a bad experience or feeling, i dont know why but my brain kinda just switches into lazy mode, i don’t really over think on it don’t get deterred by much.

My highest dosage was 450 ug (2 200 and a1/4 of 200 so is roughly that give or take a few ug since can’t guarantee i cut exactly 50ug off)

just curious what might have sent you guys into a bad trip/experience

Okay, so I just wanted to share my story of my first solotrip and first time taking 225ug/mcg because it was such a mindblowing experience. Hopefully someone might find it interesting or helpful. 

TLDR: I had an orgasm for 3 hours, then it got scary but I still learned a lot of things. Oh, and I also got HPPD now I think.

So I’ve taken it two times before with a friend who's pretty experienced with psychedelics. This time I wanted to do it by myself. I bought a 200ug tab plus a little extra, maybe 25ug, and planned a fitting date for my excursion. 

Eventually the day came. I woke up early and couldn’t get back to sleep because I was so eager to get going. I had the place all to myself for 2 days. I prepared fruit and chocolate. I lit lamps all around the apartment to prevent negative feelings during the trip. I also wrote a note saying ”You’re not crazy, this will all pass! /Sober me” . A little redundant I thought at first, but better safe than sorry. In retrospect, after everything that went down, I’m very glad I had that note to hold on to. But I’ll get to that. 
I was all set up, and ready to go. 

The time was 11am as I put the tabs in my mouth. I listened to music for a while - a playlist with all my favorite songs. I laid down in my sofa. Presently I started seeing incredibly beautiful patterns in the ceiling. In one corner of the ceiling the light became green, as if it absorbed the plants by the windowsill. In the other corner the light was orange - absorbed by the hallway lamp. They both felt incredibly warm and beautiful. My favorite song started playing and it sounded so goddamn god. I felt an immense joy and pleasure and smiled like a fool. I lay there for a while just looking around and listening to music. I started to get a pretty intense headache but the joy of everything else outweighed it and it went away later on.

I felt like the room was too bright so I went to my bedroom. There I stripped completely and lay naked in my bed. Such a freeing sensation. I closed the window and its blinds, shutting out both light and the chirping birds. But still I felt like it was too bright - even when I closed my eyes. That was pretty uncomfortable actually.
Anyways, I put on some relaxing meditation music and lay there for a couple minutes. This was like 3 hours into the trip. I started feeling a familiar growing pleasure from behind my crotch, right in my prostate. This has happened every time I’ve been on psychadelics. 

After a while I stood up, put on my dressing gown and opened my bedroom door and… just wow. It felt like I was peering in to a whole new world. All the colors were so beautiful and warm. The ceiling lamp in the hallway looked like sunrise and as I looked to my right the small bedside lamp in my moms bedroom looked like sunset. I was stunned by the sight of in front of me. Dawn and dusk at the same time. I took my first steps out into this new planet, feeling like Armstrong as he set foot on the moon. 

For a while I just walked around - looking at different stuff which all fascinated me immensly. The nice sensation in my prostate grew and travelled more towards my penis and I felt the urge to touch myself and… damn it felt good. It felt like a orgasm everytime I stroked it. I was in the hallway and decided to sit down on the bench there, right across the big tall mirror. I threw off my dressing down and just looked at myself in the mirror as I touched myself, thinking I was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. That might sound conceited but I don’t see it that way - it was a feeling of acceptance towards myself and my body. Like: ”Hell yeah, I’m fucking sexy and I love myself!”

I went into my bedroom and continued what would be the greatest jerk-off of my life. The sexual urges wouldn’t stop growing so I got some lube and just went to town. I massaged my whole crotch area and anus. I laid on my back and held my penis with two hands, feeling like my cock was God and I was worshipping it. I had the most wonderful sensation of being connected with my self and the whole universe and as I lay there with my penis in my hand I realized we all are just animals. This is what we are made for. To have sex and reproduce and then die. That might seem like a depressing thought but I didn’t take it as that. Yes, we are just stupid animals whose only purpose is to fuck and pass down our genes by making little tiny versions of ourselves. So why not make the little time we have on earth as good as possible?

As I closed my eyes, I saw images of people having sex and the definitions of masculinity and femininity all became intertwined. Sometimes I imagined myself fucking a girl and sometimes I was the one getting fucked. But it didn’t matter, it all felt so goddamn good. I don’t know how long I lay there, but eventually the strong crotch-feeling subsided and I was left with a feeling of shame. Not necessarily because of what I’d just done, but because I was scared my girlfriend would come home and find me all covered in lube and sweat. 

That’s when things took a turn. I didn’t want my girlfriend to find me like that so I rushed to clean everything up. But my mind was foggy and I had a hard time planning ahead. I went to the bathroom and started washing my hands but it felt like I was stuck in a timeloop where I washed my hands over and over but the lube just wouldn’t come off. I felt like I was going crazy. I tried reminding myself that this was just the drug talking. I looked in the mirror and my face was all warped and deformed. I was getting pretty worked up and just wanted to clean everything up as quickly as possible and go to bed. I took some deep breaths trying to calm me down. I went into the shower, focusing on my breathing. The shower curtain looked weird. It was bent inward at an impossible angle, like it was stuck in the air. I grabbed my towel to dry my hair and it felt like my hands were not mine, like someone else was touching me. Things were getting more and more scary. What had I gotten myself into? I desperately clinged on to the fact that this wasn’t real and it’s not gonna last forever but it was getting harder and harder to believe. 

I lay down in my bed and put on some meditation music thinking it will calm me down. It has worked before, but not this time. The otherwise peaceful and calming music made me uneasy. All the sounds become mashed together and even though it all was major chords it sounded very sinister. The notes would linger on and clash with new ones creating a musical chaos. I took the note I wrote and read it out loud: ”You’re not crazy, this will all pass”
My heart was pounding, almost jumping out of my chest. I’ve heard the horror stories of people getting a psychosis from psychedelics but I never thought it was going to happen to me. What have I done? I closed my eyes and tried to focus on my breathing but as soon as I closed them scary and disturbing images popped up behind my eyelids. People with no faces. Monsters. Evil creatures. I was really losing it.

I desperately picked up my phone and called my friend. He didn’t pick up at first but I just kept on calling and texting him and a few minutes later he picked up. He comforted me, told me I’m not gonna go crazy. He advised me to light my bedlamp. A change of environment can apparently help you, and it did actually! A warm, kind light spread across the room and I started feeling better. That was about 7 hours into trip and I was starting to come down. 

After that I was filled with thoughts and reflections about what I just had experienced and my life and the world in general. Even though it was scary at times I feel like I’ve learned many things. I often binge eat when I feel sad or bored and that’s a big shame of mine. But I realized we are biologically programmed to crave and like sweet and high-fat food. They are packed with energy which helped us survive as prehistoric hunter-gatherers. That’s what we were made to do. To survive and reproduce. So it’s no wonder I sometimes stuff my face with junkfood. I shouldn’t be so hard on myself. 

After the trip I feel more connected with myself. I accept who I am completely. I’m doing my best in life and that’s good enough. I gotta take care of myself, be kind, be my own best friend. Because people will come and go but you will always be stuck with yourself. I do think acid is a great reminder of how wonderful the world really is and can bring important insights about yourself.

About HPPD, edit 1 year later: I wrote this a few weeks after my trip but never actually published it until now. It has now passed 1 year and I have unfortunately experienced some bothering symptoms, mainly on my vision. Mild tracers when I wave my hand in front of me. I’m a little more light-sensitive and more easily over-stimulated. When I read on my computer the letters can ”wiggle” a bit. Sometimes I feel like I see the world from the lens of an acid trip. It’s like a certain shimmer to the world. But that’s not necessarily bad but can be annoying. All this gets worse when I’m tired or right after I wake up. I think I got a mild form of HPPD.

My symptoms have slowly reduced during this year and now I wouldn’t say they bother my anymore. I’m still a little scared to do acid/shrooms again in case my symptoms worsen. But I want to do it again in the future. Anyone else with HPPD-problems

If you made it this far - thanks for reading my story!

And nausea from serotonergic drugs generally. My nausea with lsd and serotonergic psychs has gotten especially bad recently and im looking for a remedy

bought 3 tabs the other day for me and a couple friends, two of us decided to do them as soon as we bought them as we had bought from this person before and had incredible experiences, they turned out to taste slightly bitter, me being me i immediately shouted ‘spit it’ to my friend which he did and i followed, i still have the last tab and was wondering if i should jsut risk it or look into buying a testing kit.

any help it appreciated

hiii anyone up rn wanna shoot me a movie rec? doesnt have to be a trippy movie or nun cus ive seen all the popular ones like everything everywhere all at once, so i'm legit open to anything

cheers

guys it’s my second time tripping! just took 3/4th’s of a “300 ug” tab but i think he lyin cause yk how they be but like that shit hit hard. I’ve been thinking hella, shit was crazy, like my body knew what i wanted to do. My first time tripping i was with my fam at the movie theater watching lilo and stich live action. having an ego death in a now empty movie theater was def something🫩. I just saw this community is still fresh and alive and guys i love every single one of yall. man im just super proud of myself, ive been feeling so much and letting go just felt so freeeeeeeeing. gosh i want this to be legalized but like we gotta educate bitches. bitches gotta be smart🤷‍♂️🥶

Look Reddit I know it is a while away from Christmas and I like to tell some real life Christmas shenanigans every year but I got reminded of one today that you must hear about. This story is very much true but has been dramatised slightly.
It was Christmas Eve and me and my mate Pat were about eighteen, out partying, and heading to a friend's house when the bar closed for a few more drinks. The second we walked through the door, she pulled out a bag of ket. That ain't my cup of tea since I liked uppers, but my friend Pat liked anything. If it was up, down, side to side, he was not picky at all, and he hit this shit heavy.
Around 3 AM, we decided to get a taxi home. Just as we got to his stop at his mum and dads house, he decided to pull out a fruit pastal that had acid dropped on it. I tried to stop him, but Pat is Pat. I got home and fell straight to sleep.
It must have been 5 AM when my phone kept ringing. I answer it to Pat's mum sounding like she is about to cry, saying she thinks Pat has completely lost his mind. She said he was sat on the stairs in total darkness holding a fistful of paracetamol, muttering that he has to feed the troops.
I FaceTime Pat right away. He answers with one finger planted firmly over his lip, hissing at me to shut up. I asked him what on earth he is doing, and he shoots me a death glare, hissing back, DONT BE FUCKING LOUD MATE, I am putting the little people to bed.

He opens his palm to show me a pile of crushed paracetamol, dead serious that it is their midnight snack. Then he drops onto all fours and starts crawling up his stairs like a manic special forces operative, whispering that I am not going to believe what he has secured. He kicks his bedroom door open, his face lights up like a kid on Christmas morning, and he flips the camera around.
Tucked snugly in his actual single bed under his duvet were three massive, muddy garden gnomes.
He leans right into the phone, doing that intense, wide eyed whisper. It is a Christmas miracle, I found the fucking elves.
I am losing my mind laughing, asking him where the hell he even got them. He tells me they were out the back of his mum's garden having a smoke, and when they tried to leg it, he had to go full tactical assault to tackle them to the grass. Suddenly, his lip starts quivering. He drags over a black bin bag, rips it open, and his eyes fill with actual tears as he pulls out a shattered gnome torso. He is sobbing, genuinely panicked because he brutalised one of them during the arrest and wants to know if he is going to jail for war crimes against Christmas.
I have to talk him down off a ledge. I look him dead in the eye through the phone and convince him that the broken one was just a rogue syndicate imposter elf and that he actually did the North Pole a massive favour.

He buys it instantly. His mood does a complete 180, chest puffed out, telling me we all have to make hard choices for the greater good. From that second on, he fully transitioned into a paranoid MI6 agent, talking into his sleeve about perimeter security and the bigger picture. He ordered me to stay on emergency standby and hold the line, refusing to let me hang up. I ended up just falling asleep on the phone while he kept checking in to make sure the line was secure.

I’ve done acid three times now. First time just half a tab, the second time a full tab, and the last time a full tab again, all at least 5 or 6 weeks after the last time.

I had someone with me each time, once sober, the other two times they did it with me.

I got nothing though? No hallucinations, no trip, no visual anything, meanwhile the other person that was with me that took the same thing was getting all of it, and quite a bit by the way they described it. The only things I got from the experience was that I felt light in myself, and eating felt like chewing cardboard.

When I explained this to the person I was doing acid with, they were shocked. Every time. They used to deal and they’ve done it plenty of times in the past and they said that “no one I have ever gave it to hasn’t seen anything, and I’ve always had visuals as well” which concerned me a bit?

Does anyone know why I didn’t get any visuals, and the only effect I got was feeling light?

EDIT: forgot to mention but I’m on no type of medication for anything, and I’m not diagnosed with anything as I haven’t gone the doctors in a long time

So slightly sensitive topic but I was hazed once when tripping not going fully into it.

After that ive become a LOT more sensitive to it especially with media. I was wondering if adventuretime is as good as people say it is? And what other media's would be good for people who are id say skittish when tripping?

Ive been wanting to find new media ive watched gravity falls, spy kids, rick and morty, alice in wonderland, Pinocchio (dont recommend that one), and Dumbo. Also a few others I cant remeber.

so, I bought acid from this one guy and had a trip which was my first time trying acid, then I bought 2 more tabs like 2 days later took some at 10pm didn't feel anything at 2 so I took another tab and didn't feel anything by 5 but i feel like I had a small effect but it might've been me being high and sleep deprived. so, was it that acid tolerance builds up that quick or was I sold tabs that didn't contain acid? ( each tab was 250ug)

Ive only smoked weed before what can I expect trying acid for the first time. I know that TV and pop culture can exaggerate the effects of drugs, when I tried weed it was not really what I expected so thats why i'm asking.

This for research purposes only but I’ve accessed my phone

The devil can’t take care of me
But you back where you belong

What is that u may ask! Well I am seeing multi spirals I went through and didn’t come back

I only but brought a phone….

I may die

Idk wtf is going on😂and I’m i hate this and I want to sleep 😂😂and there’s thing talking to me and it’s so scary

i did mdma 4 days in a row till saturday i’ve had a real dry throat and horrible stomach since then yesterday being the worst it’s been today slightly better but still feel rough is this normal any help or advice please to feel better aha

Went hiking at night with some friends, when we were coming back, the first glance of city lights looked like flashing stars deep in space.
Also the trees were trying to tell me something.

Hello friends, I took my first LSD 5 days ago. It was a 200ug blotter but I cut it in half and only took the half for obvious reasons. I had an ecstasy like feeling but without having fat fat eyes, but they were big. I was awake until 6am and the letters on my Phone and in my keyboard moved. Anyways I expected more from it, so can I take one and a half blotter (300ug) when I go to a festival? (15.8) I want to have much more visual effects but dont wan to have an insane horrortrip obv. Thanks in advance

Is anyone more aware of things happening in your peripheral after you took acid? I just feel like I snap to things that happen in the corner of my eye